poems, memoirs, and essays

a stab at poetry

I wish
I could be like them
and not be afraid
to write —just write!
I wish I didn’t have
to be afraid
of the comments
criticisms
praise
falling
down
over my words
like water,
weakening them,
strengthening them.
I wish I didn’t have
to be afraid
of giving
meaning
to the words.
I wish
I didn’t know that
giving meaning
means
a microscrope
has been placed
over my life.

About c.l.beyer

Welcome to this screen space, friend. These words are created in Seattle now, where I live with my husband and three sons. Kansas prairies and farms will bleed out through what I write, along with the mystery of God, who forever insists on communing with me.
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